The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sun 3/4/07)

[RetroLounge]

At the Other Chapel

Was this what Michelangelo meant, why he left
the few blue empty inches
between God's outstretched arm and Adam's hand?
Not the raised arm taking leave
of its creation, but the arm's refusal
to reach, to touch, the endless withholding?
Did the painter see his rosy, firm-fleshed
innocent doomed to awaken from his dream,
find time invented, the animals
quite happy without their names?

Sometimes the idea
is the measure of all things. We say
Light, say Love, call God the name
unnamable. Wanting even a spider's
web across that unspanned blue.
Sometimes the absence of God is God enough.

Nadya Aisenberg

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RL

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[zingaro]

1. ooh yum -

Sometimes the idea
is the measure of all things.

A mental and spiritual all-day-sucker, if you kwim.

Thank you.

:hug:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. Ah, my dear Retro.......

This is too deep for me today........

Or could it be just that I haven't had my coffee yet?

But it is perfect for my Sunday ruminations!

Thank you....:hug:

[wildhorses]

3. find time invented,

are you sure you havn't 'published' this one before? i have read this in another time...

i still like it, thanks